This is a song about "Wee megs g"

My slight fo's just talk dirty

But apparently its talent g,

But they can't do nothing to a g/

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

We call each other homie g,

While i'm making history

But ion show no love g

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

A demon that feeds of my inner g

She going to borrow some money

Trying to be a cool g

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Say you could tell us all about it, no you couldn’t g,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody